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Hearing laughter from one of the rooms where a Bible study class was meeting Sunday morning, I cracked opened the door and teased, “What’s this, laughter in church?”

They answered with more laughter.

And why not laugh in church? There certainly is a time for being quiet and even for sadness. As the author of Ecclesiastes wrote, “There is an appointed time for everything…” including, “a time to cry and a time to laugh.”

With each slash of the snow shovel, I freed up one more inch of space, making room for my garage door to open so I could determine if I could drive out.

In less time than I thought it would take, (and more back pain than I anticipated) I was ready to put the car in reverse and attempt a test run down my driveway. "Yes," I breathed a sigh of relief as I successfully made it to the street in front of my house, "freedom."

The fear of being trapped inside the house dissipated, at least for the moment, for more snow was in the forecast.

What a week of weather we have had in the commonwealth. No part of Kentucky was spared the record-breaking snowfall and temperatures this week. As schools, businesses and many government agencies had to close, so did the General Assembly due to the hazardous weather. However, the Senate made the decision to report to work on Thursday and Friday to do the people's work and help pass through legislation that would be in the best interest of our citizens.

Football is one of my favorite things to watch on TV, but during the regular season I rarely see the commercials. I’m among the millions of fans who watch DirecTV’s Red Zone Channel, and with that, the programming is a barrage of highlights and live peeks into games as the action unfolds, but with no commercials. If you’re a football fan, watch it and you’ll never want to give it up.

This week marked the start of the 2015 Regular Session of the Kentucky General Assembly. For this year’s session, we are only scheduled to meet for 30 days, and we spent the first week more or less getting the House of Representatives in order.

Lori and I were putting up groceries while our 2-year-old grandson, Eli, was making himself at home, sitting there cross-legged on the kitchen cabinet, chomping on a cookie. He reached for a bag of frozen strawberries I had set next to him.

“You can’t have those, Eli,” I smiled. “They’re frozen.”

At the word, “frozen,” he promptly began singing, “Let it go, let it go, let it go.”